About a month ago, I was inspired to write a new trilogy after a fabulous day spent in a quaint town right out of a cozy mystery novel on an exhausting pilgrimage to attend a favorite author’s Q&A and book signing with some amazing friends.

I’ve been slowly scribbling notes (I use color coded note cards, longhand btw – it’s great for outlining and capturing scenes or characters or important plot points) ever since then, but I’ve been trying to keep it on the back burner because hours in the day, yadda yadda yadda.

Yesterday, I had a huge breakthrough. I now know the name of my adorable fictional town, and the name of the series – which of course ended up adding colorful piles of new note cards to the stack.

I *cannot* afford to start a new project right now – but when I dreamed about the town last night I realized I’m just going to have to make time.